“Yours ever,
”Sydney H. Corbett.”
Both gazed thoughtfully at the document for a few moments before Phyllis said:
“Does that mean we shall be rich, Bertie?”
Her companion emphasized the gratification of the plural pronoun by a squeeze.
“I hope so, sweet.”
“That will be very nice, won’t it? I will marry you even if you have to take a place in father’s office; but it will be so much better if we haven’t to explain to him that we are poor after all.”
Mensmore laughed. “It is not so bad as that in any case,” he said. “This Springbok Mine speculation will probably turn out well, but I look to Wyoming to yield the best and most permanent results.”
“Why is Mr. Corbett coming to London?”
“Because it is only in London that capital can be obtained for large undertakings, and if the Wyoming Goldfield is really a valuable one we may be able to realize some portion of our interests for a considerable sum. Anyhow, he wants to consult me.”
“Do you both own the ranch?”